Orlando couldn't even think 'whoa.' Was pretty sure he and thinking were going to be spending quite a bit of time apart for the next little while, sorry, we're seeing someone else right now, several someones, like lust and want and ache and just...just. Whoa. Okay, maybe Billy had a point. Whoa indeed. "Don't guess they'll be welcome back," Dom mused, shaking his head to clear it of the mental image of Sean flat on his back on the bar with Harry's hand down Sean's jeans. Impossible, of course, as the sight would be forever seared into his synapses to keep him awake and horny until he saw his girlfriend again. Christ, his hand was going to be raw. "Whoa." "Orli, what did Harry mean by giving your love to Karl?" Dom asked, leaning back in his chair, giving Orlando a speculative glance. "Nothing." Orlando was surprised he could even say anything. "I don't know." "You're doing that Elven eyebrow arch thing again," Dom pointed out. "Just tell us if something's going on." "You and Karl?" Billy's wide, green eyes went wider. Apparently speech had decided to return to him. "And I didn't know?" "He didn't mean anything by it," Orlando said. Jesus, the protest sounded weak to his own ears. He drummed his fingers along the surface of the table, refused to meet his friends' questioning looks. It was nothing. Really, it was. Nothing. "Nothing's happening," he said aloud, voice pitched low. "Well, I suppose we could always ask Karl." "What?" Orlando's head snapped up. He gazed into the amused, grey eyes of his friend. Dom pointed with his beer to the bar. "He just walked in." Orlando whipped around, followed Dom's arm. Fuck. Karl was standing right there at the bar, chatting with the bartender, looking relaxed in jeans and a faded blue oxford shirt that stretched across his lithe body in an intimate caress. He had on his glasses and kept pushing them up with a finger, and his dark hair was falling in his face, and he was so fucking gorgeous he made Orlando's tongue dry. "Well, someone needs to tell him about Harry anyway." Orlando turned back to his friends, dizzily wondering if he was going to get whiplash from flopping his head back and forth. "Guys..." he started, a warning already on the tip of his tongue. Dom smiled cheekily. "Then we'll ask...oh hello, Karl!" Definitely whiplash. Orlando lifted his head, saw Karl smiling down at them, holding a glass of beer in his hand in those long, tapered fingers. Karl smiled, nodded. He didn't look at Orlando. "Boys. What's this I hear about Harry and Sean?" "Bartender must have said something," Billy remarked, shaking his head. "We're not exactly sure what happened," Dom said. "Harry had his hand down Sean's pants and his tongue down Sean's throat," Orlando replied, giving his friend an incredulous look. "What in fuck all did you think was going on?" "He's touchy," Dom explained, raising his glass, lips curving over the rim. "We're thinking he might need to get laid himself." "Only he's being surprisingly coy about who he might want," Billy added, gazing up at Karl with curious, green eyes. "You wonnae happen to know anything about that, now, would you?" Now Karl directed his gaze to Orlando, and the heat of that gaze kept him pinned, silent and still, to his seat. Whoa. Karl pulled an unresisting Orlando up out of his chair, turned to Dom and Billy apologetically, set his beer down on the table. "You don't mind if I borrow the Elf for a bit, do you?" he asked. And tugged Orlando gently behind him without waiting for an answer. The men's loo was empty, Orlando noted, as Karl led him to the farthest stall, locked them both in with a deft twist on the lock. Orlando stood, confused, wondering, aching, silent. Karl always had the power to reduce him beyond words or thought. Karl turned, pushed Orlando back against the wall, leaned into him, so close Orlando could almost feel the other man's heartbeat against his chest, so close that a sheet of paper could barely fit between them. Yet, the space was wide, too wide. Orlando needed more. Needed that firm body pressed against his, into his, melting his. Orlando looked into knowing, keen hazel eyes behind those sexy as hell glasses, and shivered into the wall. "What did you tell them?" Karl asked, his mouth a bare millimeter away from Orlando's ear. "Nothing," Orlando stammered, fighting with the urge to grab Karl's hips and bring them together. "We were talking about Harry, speculating, and Dom said he thought Harry's new lover was you." "And?" Karl kissed his neck, running his tongue on the pulse point. Orlando's breath hitched, caught, lost in sensation. "I...uh..." Orlando moaned when Karl brought those sinful lips to graze his cheeks, his forehead, body still not touching, only the heat of Karl's mouth pinning him in place. "I just told them it wasn't you." "How do you know?" Karl moved his assault back to Orlando's ear, tracing his tongue around the swirls of it in lazy strokes. Sinking, yes, the ground was opening beneath Orlando, swallowing him. "I thought..." Cloudy, dark brown eyes focused on hazel ones in confusion. "What are you saying?" "Now that's my question exactly," Karl whispered, brushing his chest just up against Orlando's, the movement so slight Orlando might have imagined it if it hadn't been for the sharp thump of his heart. "You were the one who wanted secrecy, you were the one who wanted to keep things quiet," Karl continued, his damp lips ghosting on Orlando's ear. "Are you saying you've changed your mind?" "I..." Couldn't think, couldn't move, how could he answer a question with Karl right there, with that body so close, with those lips torturing every part of his face except his aching lips. Orlando shook with need, trembled from desire, wanted so much it was a bit like dying. "I'm not...sure." "And what exactly would it take to convince you?" Another chest brush, and now Karl's thighs pressed into his for the briefest instant, groin glancing across his in exquisite torture. Orlando whimpered, the sound reedy and thin to his own ears. "What..." Orlando paused, eyes rolling back in his head when Karl's fingers lightly danced up the sides of his chest with air-like movements. "Please." "Please what?" Soft kisses on his jawline, followed by the faintest scrape of teeth...air was a luxury Orlando didn't need. Only Karl was real, only the thirst raging inside him was real. "Want you." Orlando somehow found his voice, found words. Please, Karl, touch me. Please. Karl's tongue swept across Orlando's open lips in the briefest of teasing caresses. "I'm tired of being your dirty little secret," Karl whispered against his mouth. Orlando opened his eyes, focused on Karl's eyes, so close, so large when framed by those glasses. And shook from the challenge he saw in them. "If you want me, you're going to have to work for it." Karl smiled against his lips, pulled back, and walked out of the bathroom stall without a backward glance. Orlando thumped his head against the solid concrete of the wall, choking with frustration. Need...so much fucking need. Want. Now. Just...now. Right the fuck now, why in God's name had he ever thought it was a good idea to keep Karl secret, to deny that something was happening between them? Fuck. Now. Want. Move, come on, you know what you have to do. He shoved his body from against the wall, fumbled with the stall door, tripped over his feet in his haste to get out of the bathroom. "Karl!!" His shout carried across the din of the room, cut through the music. Karl stopped in the middle of the room, turned, looked at him with polite inquiry. "Yes?" Just...fuck it. Fuck it. In six steps, Orlando was right in front of Karl, sliding his fingers through that thick, silky, dark hair, pressing his body up against Karl's until they were sharing the same blood. His kiss was a thing of shameless, starving want. Mouths and tongues tangling together, chins scrapping each other, lips like honey under his teeth...Orlando changed the angle, delved deeper, tightened his hold in Karl's hair, held him in place, ravished, seduced, promised. And was rewarded by Karl's hands on his back, moving down to cup his ass, bringing their hips, cocks together in painful bliss. Orlando moaned, thrust his tongue in Karl's throat, swept across the tops of even teeth, felt Karl shudder into him, the shudder becoming a part of the kiss, a part of them. Exquisite, raw, unbearably, scathingly hot. Orlando lifted his head, noted with a savage pleasure that Karl's glasses were fogged over and his lips were bruised. He waited until Karl's eyes opened, focused around the moisture pooling on his glasses. "Proof enough?" he asked. Karl's grin was leisurely deliberate. "I could use a bit more, but I'm rather fond of this pub." That grin sent new heat shooting straight to Orlando's groin, tightened his balls to the point of pain. "My place or yours?" Orlando's voice was rough. Didn't really care where they went, as long as they got there soon. Sooner. "Mine's closer," Karl answered, brushing his lips across Orlando's again, grinding their hips together. It was Orlando's turn to shudder into Karl's kiss, to melt under blazing heat, under a wicked mouth and restless tongue. Karl's kiss owned him, chained him...Karl's hands knew him, completed him. Orlando took everything Karl gave him, pushed for more. More of this kiss, more of this hard chest, more of those strong thighs, more of this dizzying sensation flying through him in rapid beats. "Come on." Karl grabbed both of Orlando's hands with one of his own, started for the door. He paused at Billy and Dom's table, finished his forgotten beer in one long pull, throat working in slow motion, making Orlando's own throat dry. Karl glanced down at the two men when he set his glass down. They looked pretty fucking speechless. Again. Orlando knew how they felt. That last kiss had left him shaking. "I trust this answers your question, boys?" he asked. Waited for the twin open-mouthed nods. "Good. Come on, then, Orlando, we have a lot of catching up to do." Onto Mine
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